attack of the kissanddagger

I've done all that I can. I wanted calm and instead I got held down, duct taped, and pistol whipped. I could never say no if there was something positive I could do and usually despite the lack of a thank you, I would get about two days of peace then the onslaught would begin again. In a million years, I would never say a bad word against someone. In fact my friends often try to push me to say things to show that I realize that certain ways of being treated aren't right. I still wouldn't give in because I think I can somehow rationalize away the bad treatment by focusing on what's good, but in some cases I suffer because of it. In the case of kissanddagger I suffered greatly. I was used. This I can accept, but I can't accept the constant emotional intrusion.